Charles Lindbergh

Far out over the dark sea, the lone pilot was bracing himself for the battle of his life. A clammy shroud of fog reached up incessantly for his wing tips. He coaxed his loaded plane higher and higher. Spectrally, the fog rose after him. Just as he skimmed the summit, a great storm mass lay spread across his route, its towering peaks like sentries challenging his right to pass. Even as the storm front rushed at him, Lindbergh had come to a decision. His eyes moved towards his instruments. He took a deep breath and bored ahead ... straight into the storm. Up and down the plane slammed, pushed about by monstrous forces.